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On a Mother’s Love.

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So, as usual, I’m behind on my posts. No one’s surprised. I’m going to double dip on this one. For my sorority, Delta Zeta, we have an annual mother-daughter tea. This year, we’re putting together a display, which I’m not going to talk about in detail in case anyone reading this will be attending. Anyways, I’m really thankful for my mom. I wish I would have realized sooner how wonderful she is. 
So, here’s post two! 

When I was a little girl, I wanted nothing more than to grow up and be just like my mommy.  I remember sneaking into her leopard print make up bag, putting on way too much red lipstick, and pretend I was just like her.

When I entered my teenage years, I thought my mom was out to get me. She couldn’t possibly want me to have fun, and she definitely didn’t understand me. I never even considered the sacrifices she was making so that I could do all of the things I did. Countless nights we fought, and each time I’d think “I can’t wait to leave home and never have to come back again”. 

Looking back, I realize my mom loved me more than anything. She was crazy, yes, but so was I. Now that I’m grown up and don’t have to go home if I don’t want to, I miss her more than anything. The phone calls I would dread in high school, I now look forward to.

My mother is a beautiful, strong, intelligent woman. She has drive and ambition, and taught me to always work hard and never give up on my dreams. She taught me how to stand up for what I believe in (something we’re both a little too good at). I love her more than anything; I’m lucky to have not just a wonderful mother, but a best friend. 

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On Taking Things for Granted.

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Well, folks, the Lenten season is upon us. Now, every year I give something (or a series of things) up, and inevitably, am completely unsuccessful in my endeavor. So this year, instead of giving something up, I decided to take more time to appreciate the little things and fix something about myself. Each week, throughout the season, I’ll post a blog about my journey. Probably boring, but a little personal growth never hurt anyone. 

Here’s the first. On taking things for granted.

We take a lot of things for granted. Our friends, families, significant others. Food, shelter, water. Clothing, books, music. The luxuries of daily existence. The list is endless. We just assume they will always be there, that is until they’re not. It’s true what they say, you never realize what you have until it’s gone.  In light of recent events, today I got to thinking about what I take for granted, and what I’d do without them. Here’s what I’ve got. 

love (noun)

: a feeling of strong or constant affection for a person

: attraction that includes sexual desire : the strong affection felt by people who have a romantic relationship

: a person you love in a romantic way

Exhibit A: My boyfriend (I know I said I wasn’t that girl who would blog about her boyfriend, but bear with me). Today, we fought. We don’t do that a lot, and as a result, I just assume our relationship is perfect and that he will always be there. He left for a few hours today, so we could both clear our heads, and I got to thinking – why do we take our love for granted? Why do I assume that he’ll always be there when I wake up? At some point, does it become commonplace for us to treat those we love with less respect than others simply because we assume they will always be there? Should we not, in theory, do anything but take those people for granted? After all, he’s the only one who thinks I’m pretty with no make up on after I just woke up and haven’t showered in three days. I should do anything but take him for granted.

Exhibit B: My parents. Recently, I’ve gotten to thinking about how absolutely amazing these people are. They made me the person that I am today, and I’m pretty proud of that. Have I told them that? Probably not enough. Instead of taking their unconditional love as something that will always be there, I’m going to be sure to tell them just how thankful and lucky I am to have them. My mom has called me three days in a row this week and talked to me for upwards of half an hour each night. Instead of rolling my eyes at her, I should have showered her in the “I love yous” she deserves. 

I know, this post is short. But, the premise is simple. Never, ever take anything for granted. It could be gone tomorrow. And don’t just tell the people you love that you love them — show them every single day.